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“kiss me goodbye,” i said, “in case i never see you again.” but who am i kidding? i will see...
I fear I look too much like my mother– hair too black, bones too fragile a face that chillingly resembles...
they bounce out of my head and hover shoulder height attached round the neck holding all the things i want...
Is it really that unbelievable to have made it this far? You ask, worried, not understanding the days and weeks...
Sitting here at the desk typing out words to take the time the time that shouldn't be wasted. And yet...
a little red hat on a little blond head a painted flag on either cheek morning sky eyes and denim...